“You don’t believe in God?” I sputter. “I believe in a higher power. Divine intervention. The Universe. Whatever you want to call it.” He turns around, back facing me now. I fail to ignore the muscles in his arms as they flex with each of his steps. “Do I believe that some dude in a white robe is going to smite me because I’m not adhering to the guidelines of an old-ass book? No, not particularly.” I fight the urge to gasp.
